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[Waking was like bursting through a veil of frigid water. Gasping and jerking into a sitting position, Norma casts her bleary gaze left and right quickly, half expecting to see herself surrounded by ash, blood and cultist soldiers. Her chest burns with her quick movements (as well as other parts of her aching body) and her fist clutches the middle of it, digging her fingers painfully into the fabric of her clothes.

With each breath, Norma tries to get a grip on what happened and where she is. The air isn't thick with smoke and ash and the smell of decay like she remembered being in. Truth be told, the air now was fresh, crisp, fragrant... Pushing her hair from her face and just forcing herself into a calm state, she finally manages to make sense of where she was.

It was the Memory Garden. Snorting at the irony, Norma tries to get up, wincing at the cracks and pops of her stiff muscles and sore bones. She really does feel like she just came back from the dead... And as she thinks back on the memories right before it happened, her fingers brush insistently into her clothes, searching for any sort of bullet holes or marks that would give away what really happened. The others may or may not know...and she isn't sure she even wantsto tell them. Norma knows she has to, eventually, but she can't bring herself to even think of going home right now. So, as she gropes around, she finds her journal and shoves it under one arm without even thinking. Her mind's working automatically right now.

So, instead, she drags herself to the bar (it was the closest establishment, and the first she could think of), enters through the back, and just...collapses in a heap in one corner, head in her hands and tears welling up in her eyes. She can taste something sour in her mouth and idly wonders if she's going to throw up - wouldn't that be fun to explain to whoever finds her here - but thankfully the contents in her stomach remain there. But her ears are ringing and her head is a mess of thoughts and memories and fears. She died. It finally happened and she really died in Luceti. She got shot and died and now here she is again. Who knew? Would she have to come clean to her housemates? To Grune? To Sophie?

...No, Sophie shouldn't know. She has to bite her tongue and hope to high heaven nothing was told to the poor kid.

It's a good hour or more that Norma stays crouched in a corner in the back of the bar, shaking and letting the tears dribble down her face before she gets a grip on herself and decides she has to come clean sooner or later. Her intent was to write a written message, but as she presses her pen to the paper and tries to write, all Norma can see are weird shapes and sqiggly lines before it blurs together into one big mess. She thinks nothing of it - just post draft nerves and her own mental instability - and instead takes a massive gulp of air and puts on her well-practiced mask of cheerfulness and indifference.]

Everyone, I'm back! Tell me some good news, too. I could use a serious pick-me-up.

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No, it's not. [And here is where Norma has to put her foot down.] Kid, you were on your last leg. I was there to help you out, that's what I signed up for. But instead of being a help, I...I--well, you know.

And that's why I'm sorry. That you know. Now you're a part of something you shouldn't be. If I were any better at fighting, then you wouldn't have to had seen or heard any of that...

Edited 2014-06-20 01:47 (UTC)

I signed up for that too, Norma-san. [ And by comparison to her, he'd failed that... but he won't dwell on it, if she insists. He frowns to himself. "Kid," huh... You know, actually- ]

Fine though, then do me a favor, Norma-san. Could you not call me "Kid" from here?

[Honestly, the entire draft was a massive clusterfuck if Norma has anything to say about it. It was disorganized, messy, and chaotic. They had no time to do anything, those recruited weren't specialists in this kind of battling, and there weren't enough people learn in healing spells and first aid.

But she's a little surprised - and somewhat grateful, actually - by the turn of this conversation. Blinking at her journal, her face takes on a confused hint before she replies after a moment of quiet.]

...Yeah, I guess I can do that. [It's gonna be hard coming up with something new, but she owes him that much.]

Edited (BLARGH HTML) 2014-06-24 01:56 (UTC)

I'd appreciate it. I'd like to think we're close enough for some play off my given name.

Mm...it's gonna be hard to think of something else. I mean, your name's not exactly easy to work with. [She's usually excellent at it, but even Norma has her difficulties sometimes, especially coming up with something new on the fly to replace and old nickname.]

Guess I gotta just use your real name til then, huh? [The sound of disappointment is heavy in her voice.]

[ Oh no, oh no that disappoints her and-- ] Yeah, it seems so.

[ He- She-- ] I guess I'm being a bit selfish, in that respect.

[ Dammit, dammit, dammit. ]

Nah, I guess it's time for a change... Besides, I don't think I can consider you a kid anymore anyway, y'know? [He kinda proved himself to her already, on several counts. The draft just shows Norma he's way more mature than she thought - not the massive manchild she assumed him to be.]

But you gotta wait. ...Masaomi. [Dang, that sounds weird.]

Yeah. All things change in time, and the world won't wait for the two of us to get our act together.

[ or something like that ]

Us?

[Excuse you, are you insinuating she doesn't have her act together, mister? ...Okay,yeah, her life has never been set in stone ever, and she is extraordinarily disorganized and lazy, but details.]

You can see that one as you and me, or me and Linda. Whatever strikes your fancy.

Good save. [She snickers, then exhales slowly. He's right. Norma has to stop acting like she's seeing the world through rose-colored glasses - she has to start being a little more serous sometimes. She keeps saying how she wishes she was older to get a nicer body and more people to appreciate her, but what she really needs to do is to start acting like a grown-up.

She has to stop being lazy and really start to knuckle down and learn some new spells, lessen the time of her casting, and start improving her healing spells...maybe even learn some practical medicine, too.]

I'm wondering if you two could actually change though...

Who knows for me?! I'm sadly probably as tall as I'm going to get, and I daresay if I strain my biceps any more than I have they might become more leaded than the iron I've pumped. [ Yes, he is complimenting himself. Yes, he's sort of serious. He's proud of where he's come in terms of his efforts to build a greater muscle mass sue him ] But for Linda - oh, most definitely. She's due for another evolution.

[Norma doesn't even hide the snort that erupts over on her end of the journal, shaking her head slowly. Honestly...he doesn't miss a beat, does he? At least it's a little satisfying to know he hasn't changed and can be the same goofball she likes to joke with even after this. It's a bit of a relief he doesn't see her any differently now or something.

Opening her mouth, Norma pauses, then blinks.]

Evo--what?

"Evolution" - have you ever heard of the idea?

Uh...can't sat that I have.

Okay... I'm actually pretty sure it means something subtly different between the case of the world that's Linda's heritage and mine, but in essence, it's talking about how one living thing will, over time, change into a different type of living thing.

Oh, so...kinda like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly kinda thing? [That is so weird. That weird yellow mouse thing's gonna make a coccoon and hatch into something else? Gross.]

When it comes to pokémon, yeah. Back on Earth it's more like over millions of years with fossils and stuff, but don't ask me to explain that.

I know what fossils are. [Evolution? Not quite so much, but she gets the gist of it!] I'm a treasure hunter, I kinda deal with a lotta stuff like that.

Better of looking it up in a science book, but the gist of it is that the stuff you find in fossils mutated over generations into what you see now. Pokémon just do it much faster, but it's got the same name.

Huh... [Now that's actually something she may try to figure out. It sounds fascinating, Norma won't deny that, and the scholar in her has been properly poked. She could use the time to herself in the library, too.] So what's she gonna turn into anyway?

In her case, it's a species called a "Raichu." Right now, she's a "Pikachu" and when she was born, she was a "Pichu," just to put that one on the record. Pichu are smaller than Pikachu and have cuter features and much smaller tails. Meanwhile, Raichu are larger, more powerful, and with much longer tails, which they apparently use to ground their electricity.

Edited 2014-07-17 17:10 (UTC)

[Really, Norma tries to keep her attention focused, but this sounds like something Moses or that gigantic nerd Will would be interested in. It is kind of cool, up to a point, but just not Norma's main point of interest (which is treasure). At the least she does get most of what he said...ish.]

Whoa, so...uh, so she's gonna change again into a bigger mouse thing? When's that gonna happn? ,small>[Can she watch? <_<]

When she and I decide on it! See, Pikachu evolve when they're exposed to the energy of this thing called a "Thunderstone," so her and I are waiting for when the time's right.

Whoa, wait, so she can choose to change if she wants to? It doesn't just...happen? [So no cocoons? <__<]

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